Ode to Some Yellow Flowers | Poem by Pablo Neruda

Ode to Some Yellow Flowers Pablo Neruda

translated by Jodey Bateman

Against the blue moving its own blue, the sea, and against the sky, some yellow flowers.

October arrives.

And though it may be so important for the sea to unroll its myth, its mission, its yeast-like inspiration, there explodes over the sand the gold of a single yellow plant and your eyes are fixed on the ground, they flee from the great sea and its rhythms.

We are and will be dust.

Not air, not fire, nor water but earth, only earth we will be and maybe also some yellow flowers.